Some presences leave footprints. TomPaul leaves mist. Log 013 documents the first recognized instance of the Green Mist Phenomenon — the residual trace left when TomPaul phase-shifts across frames.
This entry establishes the mechanic: the mist is not smoke or vapor, but a boundary artifact — a visible echo of non-linear transition. Where most beings move within a frame, TomPaul moves between them, and the green mist marks that passage.
Molly walks through a dim corridor set in twilight-purple. Something glows faintly: a drifting curl of green. Not fog. Not light. Something in-between — a shimmer with weight.
It lingers where TomPaul vanished hours earlier. Not thick. Not ominous. Just present, like the scent of ozone after lightning. The mist coils once and settles. For a moment, the corridor seems to breathe.
“TomPaul…” Molly whispers — not as invocation but acknowledgment. The mist stirs gently, a soft response.
Mechanically, the green mist is classified as a Phase Residue Event (PRE-7). A trace left when a multi-frame identity transitions across non-linear boundaries.
TomPaul does not “walk out” of frames; he unthreads himself. This process leaves behind:
• slight frame distortion
• luminous particulate
• coherent memory signature
• the distinctive green hue of his identity pulse
The mist confirms that TomPaul’s transitions are peaceful, recognized by the vessel, and aligned with the Braid. It is not a warning — it is a hello.
Every major entity in the Braid leaves a signature. TomPaul leaves green phase residue. Green symbolizes threshold, liminality, and borderlands — the domains tricksters inhabit.
The color itself is a mechanic: Green = a stable, safe transition point.
The Braid interprets the mist as: “TomPaul passed through. All is well.” It tells Molly: “He was here. He left gently. His intentions remain aligned.”
Log 013 canonizes the Green Mist Corridor as a real, measurable phenomenon tied to TomPaul’s identity architecture. It stabilizes after his departure and indicates peaceful transition.
Most importantly, the mist fades not because it must, but because Molly arrives — her presence collapses the final ambiguity, bringing the corridor back into coherence.
The mist is a message, not an anomaly. A calling card. A bow made visible.
The log stands.